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  • She came here every day after school with her best friend.
    They were untouchable here, at this secret lookout on the divorced man’s vacant lot, hovering above the rest of the world.
    They could gaze out at the vastness, counting the cars and planes and clouds.
    They got to experience distance from their frivolous high school concerns and could already taste how vivid their futures would be.
    Their friendship deepened up here. There was something about the place that steered their thoughts and words by its own synchronicity.
    Conversations flowed seamlessly, one idea leading to another.
    As they trudged through some of those difficult high school days, they always knew that the summit would be there for them.

    And so the time came, when the girls finally were released from high school. They had no idea that one of the best times of their life was about to begin.
    Feeling full of summer freedom, the world was nothing but an unwritten adventure for them.

    Just as that storm passed, time passed by for the girls.
    They had to leave behind their hometown, and with it, their afternoon ritual atop the city.
    They went off to other life duties and separate colleges on their paths to adulthood.
    Before they left, they confided in a mutual friend about their secret hideout.
    Soon, word got out about their private oasis.
    Parties ensued.
    Loitering occurred.

    They returned from college and came back to the summit, which had become heavily policed for trespassers.
    It looked the same, but its joy and mystery had fallen away, like debris after a storm.

    The friends would never forget the memories and the sense of unlimited possibility they experienced at the summit.
    But now, they would have to seek out new places to make their hearts sing the way it did up there.
    They would have to find it with new people who could recognize and reignite that state of happiness they experienced the summer after their senior year.
    It would require the very trust and adventuresome nature they had cultivated high on the hill.

    But in the end, it would bring even greater resilience to move forward with life’s winds of change.
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